we are the revolution

"It's not enough to give people what they need to survive; you have to give them what they need to live." SEMI HIATUS ; 22 ; blk queer woman [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

[liyawritesss]

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

ʟɪʏᴀ | ᴛʜᴇʏ/ꜱʜᴇ | ʙʟᴋ Qᴜᴇᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜱᴄ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ | 21

ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴀʟ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ | ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ + ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ

ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ (ᴇᴠɪʟ) ʟᴜᴠʀ ɢɪʀʟ

⊙ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ + ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ⊙ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

⊙ ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

⊙ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴘᴀʟᴇꜱᴛɪɴᴇ! ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴄᴏɴɢᴏ! ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜱᴜᴅᴀɴ! + ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ

⊙ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ(ꜱ)

-> hungry for life; and thirsty for the distant river

-> what makes the batboys swoon

-> rancher!arthur morgan

-> operation: brown eyes | teaser + masterlist

[dejwrld]

kinda want to write a fic.

[liyawritesss]

Asked god for a sign that there’s hope left in the world and dej posted

[liyawritesss]

So we all seen the ATLA movie leaks right

[liyawritesss]

How do we like the femme fatale feel chat??

[liyawritesss]

If I started posting about the punisher…..

[hallowedactias]

one thing i find interesting in the "fandom is dying" conversation is that no one ever seems to want to bring up that racism, both overt and covert, is also killing the fandom spaces. non bipoc are driving bipoc out of fandom spaces left, right and center; sometimes to the point where said bipoc are harming themselves or even killing themselves.

like yes. reblogging and interaction is down and is killing fandom. censorship and purity culture is killing the fandom.

but so is the racism. and that needs to be discussed as well if we really want to bring fandom back and make it better.

[liyawritesss]

So like what if I said I had a 30pg, 10k+ fic in the works for someone none of yall would’ve thought id ever like

And that I may post it

…..are we back, chat?

[greelin]

having OC’s is crazy for real because no one else gives a fuck meanwhile you’ll be at the function thinking about them (guys who are not real) like

[dejwrld]

the day trump die, all of y’all invited to my cookout. but you gotta bring a dish or some paper plates or some huggies for the kids.

[liyawritesss]

I got lasagna rolls and beignets for the kiddos ‼️

[arielsojourner]

USA people! Buy NOTHING Feb 28 2025. Not anything. 24 hours. No spending. Buy the day before or after but nothing. NOTHING. February 28 2025. Not gas. Not milk. Not something on a gaming app. Not a penny spent. (Only option in a crisis is local small mom and pop. Nothing. Else.) Promise me. Commit. 1 day. 1 day to scare the shit out of them that they don't get to follow the bullshit executive orders. They don't get to be cowards. If they do, it costs. It costs.

Then, if you can join me for Phase 2. March 7 2025 thtough March 14 2025? No Amazon. None. 1 week. No orders. Not a single item. Not one ebook. Nothing. 1 week. Just 1.

If you live outside the USA boycott US products on February 28 2025 and stand in solidarity with us and also join us for the week of no Amazon.

Are you with me?

Spread the word.

[absolute-r-andomness]

For context, there is a blackout on February 28 to protest against de DEI roll back

Nationwide economic blackout on February 28: List of stores being targeted

The national economic blackout is scheduled as a way for Americans to boycott major retailers that have pulled back on DEI policies.

[confusedhummingbird-deactivated]

Happy Black History month!

Here's some of my favorite Black DC Heroes!

Please tell me some of yours! 😃

Marvel Heroes Addition

[bouquets-for-fandom-deactivated]

𝐴 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 @liyawritesss

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒅! 💐

[liyawritesss]

WHO DID THIS WHO SENT ME A BOUQUET

I WILL START BAWLING‼️ CONFESS‼️ YOU SHALL RECIEVE SMOOCHES‼️‼️‼️

[lonesomedovescry]

charles looveesss saying “my wife.”

“my wife wears her hair like that.” he would say in conversations, mind filled with braids and updos and messy locks fluffed with morning.

“my wife wants me back. i’ll be seeing you.” he would say to his friends when the sun grew heavy and ripe with evening. he would climb upon his saddle with thoughts of your sweet face in the back of his mind.

“it’s my wife’s birthday.” he would say after buying a particularly charming locket from a stand in saint denis. he would slip a photo of himself inside, stoic and feather tied into his hair. the small smile that threatened the usually stern shape of his mouth was as unique to you as the sound of your laugh. there was little to nothing that could bring that out of him.

“get your filthy hands off of my wife.” he would snarl in the candlelight of a saloon when a particularly repulsive and bold man got too friendly. a large hand, finger tips calloused from their constant kiss on a bowstring, would pull him back with bear-like strength. that same hand would become unnervingly gentle when it came to your waist minutes later.

“oh how you dread being my wife.” he would mumble against your smiling lips in the darkness of your shared tent. you both were wound together like twine, sweat soaked and perfumed from the love that you shared for the third time that night. “how horrible i treat you.” he mumbled with a humor saved for you. you’d laugh gently against his mouth and run your hands over his strong shoulders and back.

charles loves saying ‘my wife’ after so many years of doubts and fear. he loves calling you by the name he had begged you to take.

[lonesomedovescry]

charles looveesss saying “my wife.”

“my wife wears her hair like that.” he would say in conversations, mind filled with braids and updos and messy locks fluffed with morning.

“my wife wants me back. i’ll be seeing you.” he would say to his friends when the sun grew heavy and ripe with evening. he would climb upon his saddle with thoughts of your sweet face in the back of his mind.

“it’s my wife’s birthday.” he would say after buying a particularly charming locket from a stand in saint denis. he would slip a photo of himself inside, stoic and feather tied into his hair. the small smile that threatened the usually stern shape of his mouth was as unique to you as the sound of your laugh. there was little to nothing that could bring that out of him.

“get your filthy hands off of my wife.” he would snarl in the candlelight of a saloon when a particularly repulsive and bold man got too friendly. a large hand, finger tips calloused from their constant kiss on a bowstring, would pull him back with bear-like strength. that same hand would become unnervingly gentle when it came to your waist minutes later.

“oh how you dread being my wife.” he would mumble against your smiling lips in the darkness of your shared tent. you both were wound together like twine, sweat soaked and perfumed from the love that you shared for the third time that night. “how horrible i treat you.” he mumbled with a humor saved for you. you’d laugh gently against his mouth and run your hands over his strong shoulders and back.

charles loves saying ‘my wife’ after so many years of doubts and fear. he loves calling you by the name he had begged you to take.

[makingdonalddrumpfagain]

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

5calls.org

Call your reps and tell them you support this!

[ithelpstodream]

[myrosecolouredgirl]

Si la migra aparecen en su puerta

no abras la puerta. Estate calmado. Usted tiene derechos.

Si piden entrar, pregunten si tienen una orden firmada por un juez.

Si dicen que lo tienen, piden verlo.

Una orden de administración de ICE (formulario 1-200, 1-205) no les permite entrar a su hogar sin su consentimiento.

Si no tienen una orden firmada por un juez, usted puede negarse a dejarlos entrar

Si se fuerzan, no resistan. Dile a todos en la residencia que permanezcan en silencio.

Si usted es arrestado, permanezca en silencio y no firme nada hasta que hable con un abogado.

[jeremyfuscaldo]

Here’s a resource on how to fight back against ICE Agents who try to invade your home, schools, place of work, or anywhere else.

[our-trans-punk-experience]

REBLOG FOR REACH

[watsonpersonality]

And remember to LOUDLY DECLARE ICE’s presence if you see them! It could gives people a little more time to react!

[proleposting]

How it’s going:

National Bail Fund Network